Thursday, March 17, 2011
Well, I'm sitting on the sofa, watching some cooking shows, when my dad comes downstairs. From the look on his face, I new that something was up. I was right. He looks at me, and asks me, "Do you want to go on a train to Toronto on Monday?" Of course I wanted to! To go on a train by myself to see my cousins would be like an adventure! There's only one problemo. Jerald, the older of my two cousins, is out of control. He's two years old, and all he does is say, "TV! Now!" And if he doesn't get it, he starts screaming like a lunatic. Oh ya. That was only the first thing that he does. He doesn't let anyone touch his toys. He throws fits. He offers you a toy and snatches it back. He beats his younger brother, who's only 3/4 of a year old, to a pulp. He hits him, kicks him, bites him, shoves him, scratches him, pinches him, stamps on him, and doesn't let him do anything or have anything. And so on and so forth. What did the baby do wrong? Nothing! You don't know what it's like to live there for two days. Two days, and you've had enough of that small creature who pitches hard objects at your face. Well, at least I got the joy of going on a train by myself for four and a half hours. So, that was the first half of my March Break. See you later! P.S. I'm sorry I haven't written on this thing for nearly a year now! Bye!